Yesterday evening, I had to miss out on Caroline's annual supper party, but Clare took Rhiannon and I stayed behind and spent the evening reading. Choirmaster Peter phoned to apologise. He's still off sick with pneumonia. He thought we might have no organist tomorrow, and asked me to let choir members know. I texted Clare at the party to ask her to warn choir members attending. In the event we ended up with two organists, both coming from earlier first services. There were twenty of us for the Eucharist, with one organist staying on to sing in the choir, which was nice.
After lunch we ascended to Rochers de Naye by funi and train. The sky was overcast, with unbroken cloud above 1,800m. The restaurant and terminus station is at 2045m, and was shrouded in dank mist throughout our visit. Rhiannon wasn't as disappointed as we were, however. The experience of being outdoors high up in swirling clouds exercised her imagination, thinking about vampires, and maybe reminding her of a movie set.
We walked along the ridge track to visit the Alpine Garden, unable to see more than five metres either side, but we were able to see some of the many flowers collected and growing there, in their autumnal colours. We met a family from Leipzig at the garden and chatted to them in German, they were Adventists, and probably the conversation started because I was wearing my cross. A pleasant surprise, high up on a cold damp hillside. We stayed out for three quarters of an hour, had a drink and caught the next train back. There's only so much interest to be found in the ebb and flow of clouds, seen from the inside.
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